The Commercial City was once the most noble and valuable area in the royal city.
Busy transactions and lively commercial activities prevailed among them.
Now, however, it has been reduced to a bleak, silent place of death.
Under the sky, metal fragments drifted leisurely.
The thick, gray smoke shattered into layers and turned into a dense fog.
With the weak wind, it kept churning and flying on the earth.
The heavy clouds that once shrouded the sky have now dissipated without a trace.
The twinkling stars in the sky also disappeared into the endless darkness.
The bright moon hung alone in the dark night sky.
It quietly sheds a faint moonlight, reflecting on the destroyed earth.
The surrounding buildings have turned into dust, and there is only silence wandering aimlessly on the desolate land.
This once busy, flat land now seems to be immersed in post-disaster silence and desolation.
All life and vitality have been wiped away.
In more remote areas, half of the towering buildings still remain.
Constantly swaying in the howling wind, the peeling gravel trembled slightly.
There is only a golden ruin standing silently on the ground.
The candlelight of the past has been replaced by moonlight, passing through the broken dome and quietly shining on the abandoned venue.
The nobles slowly opened their eyes and grasped the armrests or backrests of the chairs with trembling fingers.
They carefully poked their heads out from behind the seats.
The eyes of all the nobles present were filled with doubts about survival and shocking fear.
"No...no more?"
Their eyes widened and they looked around helplessly.
He looked through the huge hole in the golden wall, across the hall with the broken door, and stared at the outside world that had been razed to the ground.
Except for the dust blown up by the wind, everything on the entire land disappeared.
The once bustling streets and shops full of life have disappeared.
The tall ruins and debris failed to leave any trace on this land.
Only the dust picked up by the wind danced in the air, flying all over the sky.
All the buildings in this once-commercial city seemed to have been completely wiped from the earth by a huge hand.
The weak silver moonlight replaced the original flickering candlelight, and the golden wall looked particularly dim in this dim light.
The only relatively intact building was the auction venue that had just been demolished into rubble by those demihumans.
This is a commercial city, the most valuable place in the royal city!
If all buildings had to be rebuilt.
How much fucking money does it cost? ?
The noble lords had just survived the disaster, and their eyes were once again filled with that irresistible feeling of powerlessness.
They slumped in their chairs, their minds filled with crazy calculations about the loss of money.
Since it needs to be rebuilt, the lords present will naturally have to share the burden.
They took every precaution, but in the end, they were blown up by Victor.
What? compensation?
Although every noble present knew that the explosion was caused by Victor.
But after witnessing Victor's terrifying magic, which nobleman would be stupid enough to ask Victor for compensation?
The chaotic magic fluctuations overturned the earth, and the soil and gravel in the depths were all swallowed up by the light.
Fiery air waves swept through the glorious golden venue, and the broken walls became even more unstable as they shook violently.
The magic power surged straight into the sky, accompanied by a dull and furious roar that broke through the cloud-covered sky.
The clear blue waves tens of meters high poured towards the auction venue and its surroundings like a torrential flood.
The huge black steel tower like a forest and a sea rises from the ground, like a quiet dark forest.
In an instant, the dark forest was illuminated by bright blue light, sparkling as if briefly illuminated by moonlight.
The huge peak-like tower that shot straight into the clouds was completely swallowed up by the huge waves.
Everyone present seemed to have been hit hard after witnessing this terrifying magic.
Their thoughts were completely stagnant, their eyes were empty, and their brains seemed to have been shocked and turned white.
That was definitely a disaster.
Just recalling the magic before that was enough to make everyone present feel trembling and their hearts filled with deep fear.
At this moment, Victor was standing calmly on the cracked earth.
The windbreaker behind him swayed gently in the wind, and smoke and dust tried to get on it, but it was blocked by a weak magic barrier.
In front of him, the two originally majestic orange tiger men had fallen to the ground, motionless.
The hair on his body also turned into a burnt black, which was very miserable.
The nobles also noticed the tiger man, stood up, pointed over hurriedly and said:
"You...you see..."
"The two Khajiits are lying on the ground..."
The two burnt Khajiit lay stiffly on the ground, their bodies covered in burns that seemed to have made them unconscious.
Seeing these two arrogant tiger men defeated so easily, the tense nerves of everyone in the field finally relaxed a little.
At least, they were able to survive this demihuman uprising, thanks to Victor.
August also poked his head out from the second floor and glanced at the destroyed surroundings with dull eyes.
The young king obviously also suffered an indescribable spiritual shock.
"This...is...the mage?"
His voice was filled with unmistakable trembling and shock.
"Yes, this is the mage."
Aurelion answered softly beside him.
She stood up from her seat, her eyes sparkling, and she smiled softly at August.
"Your Majesty, it may be safer to bring a few more guards when you travel next time."
"If we encounter such an emergency again and we happen to be away, wouldn't your safety be at risk?"
After speaking, Aurelion nodded to him gracefully.
The hem of her skirt swayed slightly as she walked down the ruined steps.
Gwen put away the red sword blade and followed closely.
Only Vanilla bowed politely to August, and then quickly followed the pace of the princess.
August was left huddled on the ground and Hilda beside him, extremely silent.
After hearing crisp footsteps, Victor looked sideways.
Aurelion walked to Victor's side with light steps and extremely graceful.
"teacher."
Victor looked at her, then he raised his head and looked at August on the second floor, and a plain voice slowly sounded:
"Your Majesty the King."
Hearing Victor's calm voice, August's body suddenly shook.
The voice penetrated deeply into his ears, like a devil's whisper.
"I don't need to deal with the aftermath."
August stood up hurriedly, even his hands were shaking unconsciously:
"No problem, Senator Victor."
"Our kingdom will take care of everything properly."
Victor nodded understandingly, turned around, and turned away.
He looked at the female auctioneer who was cowering in the corner in fear behind him.
She was covered in a heavy robe given to her by Victor.
Her hair was soaked and draped over her shoulders, revealing only a pair of long white legs.
Perhaps it was because he was still in fear of the two tiger men.
Or maybe it was the magic that Victor had just released that frightened her.
At this moment, her hands were tightly grasping the red curtain, and her body was trembling.
It wasn't until she felt Victor's gaze that she slowly came back to her senses.
He raised his head in fear and gave a forced smile.
"Remember those two items of mine."
"When the time comes, we will send them to Archduke Barlow's territory together."
"Also, don't forget the compensation I want."
Victor's voice reached the ears of the female auctioneer. She nodded wildly, but did not dare to say a word to Victor.
Seeing that the other party had agreed, Victor turned around, and the red magic stripes were like slow lava streaking across the windbreaker.
A giant hand composed of lava and flames slowly stretched out from behind him and picked up the two tiger men on the ground:
"Then I'll take these two away first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the space in front of Victor began to become distorted.
The overflowing magic power flowed in the space in front of him, slowly tearing open an empty crack.
The flowing blue formation covered the fluctuations in this space, with twisting and twisting lines dotted around the formation.
The bright blue color filled the deep and dark cracks, and a ray of light burst out.
Illuminating the ruins of the auction house.
A frantic aura spread out from the portal, passing through Victor's red windbreaker and impacting everyone's faces.
The long silver hair of Gwen and Aureliano danced in the air in the wind, blowing the clothes of the nobles and making a whirring sound.
The foreign ministers followed closely behind Aurelion and followed everyone into the fluorescent blue teleportation array.
The next second, Victor and his group disappeared instantly.
Along with the light from the portal, it turned into dots of starlight and gradually disappeared in the sky.
The nobles looked at the location of the portal and were extremely stunned.
They looked at the incomparably magical scene in front of them and couldn't say a word.
Step - step - step -
It wasn't until a burst of chaotic iron hooves sounded not far from the auction venue that the nobles came back to their senses.
They followed the sound and looked outside.
Countless war horses and troops wearing iron helmets stepped across the flat land and galloped towards them.
Waves of dust more than ten meters high flew into the air with every lift of the horse's hooves, almost completely blocking the night sky behind them.
That is the army of the kingdom,
Support finally arrived.
However, there was no surprise on the faces of these noble lords.
The battle is over and the army has just arrived, so what's the point.
At the head of the army was Lord Lauryn. Before his horse could stop completely, he hurriedly jumped off the horse and rushed into the ruins.
As soon as he entered, he shouted loudly:
"Where is your Majesty!? Is your Majesty okay?"
The nobles present were silent.
They all know that Count Lauryn is a loyal earl and a confidant of Archduke Barlow.
Although his status is that of an earl, he already has territory and a powerful military force that is not weaker than that of a marquis.
Seeing Count Lauryn standing on the cracked earth, the other noble lords looked at August calmly.
Lauryn also took the opportunity to look towards the second floor.
August stood on the second floor with a forced smile on his face.
"Count Lauryn, it's a good thing you came a little late."
"If I had come earlier, I might have been bombed together."
Lauryn was stunned and looked at the desolation on the flat land around him.
Along with all the nobles, they fell into silence.
